Lilly Strips, and Clara Has an Idea

"Now...now we get changed, I guess." Alex said, a little nervous. Without another word, he moved towards one of the changing rooms. The cold aura of the tiles seemed to permeate his skin, he could feel Clara behind him, and Lilly behind her. Part of him could not believe that this was happening. Part of him was totally helpless in how to deal with it. Lilly was pretty damn hot herself, and he'd always known that, even if his eyes were mostly for Clara. He had just never thought anything would happen between them. Now, it seemed like he was about to get a lot more than he had ever expected, but he also wondered just what that meant for his future with Clara. Desire battled with logic in his mind, animal lust rising in him and making his shaft harden with imaginings. He found a changing cubicle, opening the door as he stepped inside, the two women following swiftly behind. He wondered what someone might think if they saw him like this, changing in the same room as these two, but then shook his head, knowing that he had other things to concern himself with right then.

The door of the changing room closed, and Clara locked it with a quick movement. For a moment, the three of them stood, looking at each other. Alex felt a little anxious, not quite sure what he was supposed to be doing now. He was supposed to be the master, wasn't he? Maybe he should be more forceful? The thought fired his imagination, and he turned to Clara, who was standing by the side of the room, her expression cautious.

"If you're going to be joining us, Lilly." He said, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. "You're going to need to follow the rules, do you understand?"

"Oh, I see..." Lilly said. "You wanna make me your slave too? Well, gee Alex I didn't know you enjoyed it that much. Or was Clara just that good at living out her fantasy?"

Clara and Alex coloured at the exact same time, the two of them flushing red. "That's not what I meant." Alex protested when he felt that he could speak again. I meant that you should strip down. You want to be part of the f-fun right?"

"I guess you're right." Lilly said, reaching down to untie her shoes, and then kicking them off easily. "The two of you really should relax, though. This is probably the most tense depraved sex party I've ever been part of."

"Please don't call it that." Clara asked.

"You want depraved, do you?" Alex said, her words catching something in his mind. "All right, how about this. Clara, why don't you undress her?"

"Me, Alex?" Clara asked, turning to regard him for a moment. "Are you sure...,?"

"Of course." Alex said, trying to sound like he actually was. "Lilly wants to join in on our fun, so how about we show her what it's like? You're my slave, aren't you?"

Clara nodded, clearly feeling Lilly's eyes on her for a moment, she blushed, and then nodded again, more firmly.

"Yes, I am Al-that is to say, master." She said. "I am your slave. D-do you want me to undress Lilly for you?"

"That depends, do you want to?" Alex asked, his question probing, still trying to gauge just how Clara felt about this whole thing. Clara gulped, swallowing for a moment, then nodded her.

"Good." Then you'd better get to it."

Shaking a little, Clara waked towards the woman who had been her mentor and older sister figure. Lilly stayed still, her hands at her side. Clara ran her hands across Lilly's shoulders, as if getting used to the feel of it. She jumped slightly when she touched Lilly's bare skin, where the sleeves of her short sleeved shirt gave out. Then she seemed to find her courage, taking hold of the shirt, and gently starting to draw it upwards. Lilly didn't resist, raising her hands to allow the shirt to glide across her chest. Alex watched, his member stiffening, his mind unbelieving of what was happening. All he could do was watch, watch and wonder what Clara was thinking as she did all of this.

Clara couldn't believe what she was doing. Feeling the fabric of Lilly's shirt as she dragged it over the blond woman's head. Her whole body felt hot, and she was tense as could be. The moment the top was off, Clara placed it on the bench at the side of the changing room. Pausing for a moment to look. Lilly was now topless, though she still wore her bra. Clara gulped, comparing herself to Lilly, and not for the first time either. Lilly's body was more muscular than her own, Lilly was a player of many sports, and didn't hold back at all when participating in them. Her body was slim and toned, the muscles in her arms were lithe, and strong. She wasn't overly muscular, but she clearly was someone who took very good care of herself. Her skin felt soft as Clara's hands glided over it. Clara felt some faint spark of confusion, she'd seen Lilly's body in various stats of undress before. Obviously, they'd swam together, and even changed together a few times. But this time, it felt so different. She was nervous and tense, worried that she would somehow mess it up. But then, Lilly caught her eye, smiling slightly, just enough to let Clara know it was okay. The dark haired girl took a deep breath, realising that it _was _okay. That this was something that both she and Alex had chosen to do, and that Lilly was trusted absolutely by them both. That being the case, she felt a little bit more confident as she moved behind Lilly, her fingers playing with the straps of her bra.

Lilly's breasts, as they were revealed, were small, as Clara had known. Clara's own were not the biggest, but Lilly had shown her before that hers were even smaller. Something that Clara had been thankful for, it had been an important lesson in liking her own body, and not letting other people set the standards for it. Lilly's breasts were small, but she was so good with what she had, her attitude, her confidence, she was....sexy even though she didn't have much of a chest.

Sexy? Had she really she thought that Lilly was sexy? But she did think it, eve now, some part of her was carried away in the moment, even as the rest of her was tense and nervous, her mischievous side was rising up, and as she had many times before.

Lilly and Clara both gasped as Clara's fingers trailed down the sides of her chest, touching the breasts of another woman was surreal experience for Clara, especially as she saw Lilly's nipples harden with arousal, brushing a thumb and forefinger against them, and seeing Lilly react. Clara's heart was beating fast. Even she didn't quite know why she was doing this except that she felt like it right now, and no one had told her not to. At the back of her mind, she was confused. Clara knew she was not a lesbian. Her time with Alex had proved that. So why was she acting like this with Lilly? Was she bisexual? Or was it just the moment? Did it even make a difference right now why she was doing this? She'd never once found another woman sexy or desirable, so why did she feel moved to act like this now?

Clara's hands reached up, drawing across Lilly's chest, stroking her soft skin. She could feel Lilly's eyes on her, she knew she was blushing, but she couldn't stop. Her fingers gently stroked Lilly's nipples, twisting them softly, applying pressure and friction, until a hint of colour began to appear on Lilly's face as well.

"C-Clara..." She managed. "I didn't know you swung that way..."

Clara considered what to say to that, and quickly realised that she had no reply she could make, so she said nothing. She could her own surging arousal, her nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt, it was clear to Lilly that she was not wearing any bra, and between her legs, Clara felt the hot radiating desire that made her knees tremble.

She slowly sank lower, folding her legs backwards, feeling both Alex and Lilly watching her as she descended to her knees. She did it slowly, sensuously as she could. Alex's face was a mask of confusion and shock, he had not expected her to get so into it. neither had she, for that matter.

Once she was level with Lilly's waist, Clara's hands reached out again, carefully feeling their way along her jeans, finding her and undoing her buckle. Shaking only a little, Clara unzipped Lilly's pants, and began to pull the jeans down her body. Lilly stood, allowing her to do it, her lower body was in good shape as well. Her legs were long and powerful. Alex and Clara both found their gaze moving to the spot between her legs. She was wearing dark panties, and they were stained near the front with arousal, the result of Clara's actions so far. Clara felt a burst of energy as she saw it, following by a strange arousal.

As Lilly stepped out of her jeans, Clara reached for the rubber band circled the rim of her panties, pausing for a moment as her fingers rested against Lilly's warm skin. Then, she drew them down, exposing the mound of the woman she had always patterned herself off. Lilly stood, letting her panties fall, almost without a care. Clara looked for a moment, feeling her face right in front of Lilly's pussy. Lilly was absolutely aroused, as if there was any mistaking the panties. The lips of her labia were swollen, a trace of liquid leaking from between them. She was shaved bare, with absolutely no cover at all. For a moment, Clara stood, glorying in her body. Lilly was slim, powerful and toned. Where Clara had a sort of girl next door look to her, Lilly was more refined, someone who went out of their way to look good. For a moment, she felt nervous, wondering how they compared, but then she berated herself for such thoughts. Neither Lilly nor Alex would think less of her body because Lilly was also involved, she knew them both too well to think that.

For a moment, Clara looked at Lilly's exposed pussy. She felt an urge, passing but strong, to move closer and lick her there, to see her reaction and Alex's, or so she told herself, anyway. She fought against it, backing up and after a moment, it vanished.

"So what do the two of you think?" Lilly asked, standing naked in the changing room. "Pretty good, right? I try to be in the best shape possible. But hey now, I'm the only one naked. Maybe you should join me, Alex. Or you, Clara."

Clare said nothing. The thought of stripping off her clothes was tempting right now. She could feel the growing heat between her legs, and the rushing warmth of her skin. Her nipples were poking at the inside of her top, and her mouth was dry. Yet, at the same time, she didn't quite want that. Clara realised with a start that a new fantasy was unfolding before her, one that she had never considered before, and yet now flowed as naturally as any other. Her cheeks coloured for a moment, and she wondered whether she should pursue it or not. Then, she took a deep breath, once more allowing her impish nature to come to the fore, she plunged on before she could have second thoughts. The idea of voicing the fantasy was one that she could see no downside to. Either it would be accepted, or Alex would deny it, and perhaps even punish her for suggesting it. The idea sent a little thrill running down her spine.

"M-master..." She said. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course, Clara." Alex said, turning to regard her. "What is it?"

"I think we should have a contest." She said. "Between you and Lilly."

"Me and Lilly?" Alex frowned. He looked at her, then to Lilly, and Clara could see he was interested. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"I don't know..." Clara said. "But I was wondering if you could make it so the loser has to be a slave for the rest of the day?"

"A slave?" Alex said, she could see the hesitation in his eyes. She knew what she had just suggested was the exact opposite of everything that they had worked at so far. Alex had always been the master, but, as she had undressed Lilly, Clara had realised the sort of fun she might have if she were not the only slave. The sort of things that they could be ordered to do together. If Alex was the one who failed, she wondered what nasty games and tricks Lilly might make them do. Her clitoris throbbed with the thought, sending blood rushing through her body. Lilly had always been the tricky one, the one who was so confident in her own sexuality. Clara didn't doubt that she would find some sort of fiendish punishment for the two of them if she won. On the other hand, if Alex won, then there was the chance that he would order her and Lilly to touch one another, or to go even further. That thought made her heart skip a beat, exploring this new side of her sexuality was enticing. As far as she could see, there was literally no drawback to this.

Alex considered long and hard for a moment. Lilly looked at him, and after what seemed like an eternity, she spoke up.

"Well," she said, "I'm game if you are, Alex. I could be a master for a day. Wouldn't be the first time." She grinned. "Trust me, I'd treat you and little Clara right."

"Only if you won." Alex retorted. "Maybe you would lose and have to be a slave, did you think of that? I could make you do anything at all."

"You could." Lilly agreed, almost purring with desire. "If you won."

Alex looked from one woman to the other, and made his choice.

"All right." He said. "I accept."